Yesterday’s search for tomorrow was at end
But today commenced it over once again
Traveling roads from mountains to sea
Never comes close to where it might be
It beckons from vistas with fingers of gold
Hold they time’s story that cannot be told
Yesterday is memory
Tomorrow not seen
For it never was here and never has been
Today held in grasp of time’s ceaseless demand
From today flows sand soon in yester’s command
Time’s restless winds leave chaotic display
Tho’ understanding of this not its’ captives’ purvey
Elizabeth Smith


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